MARE PLACIDO
Across the tossing tumult of my sea
The peaceful current of your Spirit flows.
The ships attain their harbours, enter free
Beyond the pale horizon's line of rose.
Tempests are banished from these miles serene
Held cloud-free, wind-free, by your love's control,
My sea shall yield its deep-bed treasure soon!
Mirror the evening star,—the cloud,—the moon
Tranquil, as tho' no storm had ever been—
My sea shall be the mirror of your soul.
The peaceful current of your Spirit flows.
The ships attain their harbours, enter free
Beyond the pale horizon's line of rose.
Tempests are banished from these miles serene
Held cloud-free, wind-free, by your love's control,
My sea shall yield its deep-bed treasure soon!
Mirror the evening star,—the cloud,—the moon
Tranquil, as tho' no storm had ever been—
My sea shall be the mirror of your soul.